She nods. “We are.”
“When?”
“In about seven months.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I hold her close, unable to contain my smile. “I knew it would happen,” I tell her.
“How? We weren’t even trying.”
“Oh, yeah, that too, we have a house to fill.” I wink. “But that’s not what I meant.”
“What did you mean?”
“Us. I knew we’d live our ‘forever after all.’”
Tears spill over her cheeks. “You remember that?”
“Yeah, baby. I remember. That was our first wedding.” I wink at her.
“At least we remember that one,” she says, and the room erupts in laughter.